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Pen: Parker Lady '17'.
Ink: Diamine: Aurora Borealis.
Inspiration: The Recoil Of Horror.

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The Fall of Beauty

She had eyes like summer skies
and a voice like an angel in a dream
she was a blooming rose
with beauty that enchants

she dropped to the ground
when she set eyes on him
she was a man she wanted
the one of her dream

alas he didn't care at all
for he was a flutter-by
he didn't notice her smile
nor cared if she laughed or cry



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The Birds

they are flying again
on the wire they stand
waiting for the sign
they didn't like but obeyed

as they take flight
their mission is set
to take a live soul
and fly it into sheol

they are flying again
sombre fear grip talon
to pass into darkness
as deaths sacrifice



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Loving Her

he was caught in her eyes
desperate to stay afloat
clinging to his beliefs
everything would be alright

he was drowning in her smile
trying to hold on to sanity
clutching the essence of his soul
minutes in eternity

he wandered like a cloud
his internal compass on auto
to love and be beloved
Keeping in his thoughts


poet Anonymous


Pen: Jinhao 992.
Ink: Diamine: Steel Blue.
Inspiration: Dylan Thomas.

poet Anonymous

Another One For The Dormouse🐭

I send these loving lines to you,
and with them goes my loving heart
that beats for you the whole day through.
I send these loving lines to you,
I've dipped each one in love so true
it surely has no counterpart.
I send these loving lines to you
and with them goes my loving heart;

and then a few more words I write
to say quite simply you're the best;
you fill my er head with sheer delight;
and then a few more words I write
to say I'll er hug you through the night
and never will I stop for rest;
and then a few more words I write
to say quite simply you're the best. ♥️

🏹🐏

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Blue Sand

upon the sand the prints did show
the path taken by her a week ago
the sea waves were still way off
didn't erase all the prints away

but prints don't tell a story bold
or even share a thought or two
its just a trail if truth be told
she passed this way to places untold

I knew her well a little too
she wrote and recited poetry
she really wasn't all there
she came from where the sand was blue

🪻🐋💙

poet Anonymous

She came from where the sand was blue
and left her poetry behind
for unknown hands at last to find.
Each page was signed: "The girl who knew."

But where she went she left no clues,
her footprints vanished from the sand,
she came no more to that fair land:
no word is heard, there is no news.

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Stories She told

many stories of her fantastic land
where mermaids swam around
sea urchins gamboled on the sand
where seagulls, egrets and seals chatted

sometimes a walrus would waddle up
play around with the cockles and clams
play the flute and make them dance
she did make all these fantastic claims

she left her footprints on the sand
where she came from was quite unknown
she came from where the sand was blue
and where that is, I have no clue

🐋💙🪻

poet Anonymous

The Poems Of The Blue-Sand Girl

Two boys were playing on the sands
and there beneath secluded rocks
they found an old and battered box 📦
and opened it with eager hands.

The box 📦 was filled with parchment,📜old,
with words of gold upon each sheet.
The Blue-Sand Girl had written, neat,
some poems! 📝 Each a story told.

The first one read:


The Sad Shark 🦈

I walk upon the sandy shore
and watch the waves come rolling in, 🌊🌊🌊
then stop and stare: 'Is that a fin?
A massive shark
🦈, ten feet or more?

It is!' A shark🦈 swims up to me,
then grins a grin 😊 and says 'Hello!
I find that sometimes down below
the surface of the vasty sea
🌊🌊🌊

it's lonely there, so cold and deep,
because the fish
🐠🐟, in dread and fear, 😬
remark the shark then disappear!
I get so lonesome I could weep!' 🦈😥

'You poor old thing,' I say to him,
'I'll talk to you, if you should wish,
and cheer you up, unhappy fish,
🦈☹️
I will not leave you feeling grim.'

'Oh, thanks,'
he says, 'How kind you are!' 🦈😊
Then happily upon the sand
we walk together, fin in hand,
and talk together just as far

as that beach runs, until its end;
and then he says, 'I have to go,
I need to feel the ocean's flow,
🌊🌊🌊
but I shall always be your friend

and should you find your ship's
gone down,
and should I find you in the sea,
🌊🌊🌊
you know you can depend on me
to bring you safe, not let you drown.'
🏝️

and then he swims away from shore
and vanishes I know not where❓
to leave me standing silent there.
I never saw him anymore.
_____


The two boys hoped the shark was well,🦈
and then took out another page📜
to read more tales of ancient age.
What ancient tale will this page tell?📜

📜📜📜



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Fishes and Dishes

I dreamt again of blue beach girl
whose footprints trailed on the sand
she related such fantastic tale
of boys and a talking whale

she showed, beyond the vast blue beach
choppy crests of waves curled
whales and marlins fins twirled
as they chased frolicking dolphins

that's what she related to me
in letters and whispers sent in dreams
sometimes I want to go with her
and stand by her in that distant shore

thinking of sushi and sashimi
feeling rather sad and blue
never shall I taste with glee
raw little morsels in wasabi

🐳🦭🐋🪻


poet Anonymous

... and the Blue-Sand Girl's poem said:

Cake, God and Poetry! What's Not to Like!

A triolet's a piece of cake,
so take a bite, it tastes divine!
It's like a poem God would make!
A triolet's a piece of cake,
a quick eight lines for Heaven's sake
if God should find he's pushed for time.
A triolet's a piece of cake,
so take a bite, it tastes divine

just like a thing of God's design,
a rhyme to fill you with delight!
Enjoyment found in every line,
just like a thing of God's design,
you'll want to write them all the time
because the form is oh-so right,
just like a thing of God's design,
a rhyme to fill you with delight.


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Blue Delights with Pom Pom

where oceans meet the beach blue sand
with water lapping on side, incessant
where with crabs snap their claws
and dancing egrets laugh and applause

blue sand shimmers like velvet gauze
under the merry gentle ladies gaze
I stood alone under the sun's blaze
watching the picnickers lazy daze

oh the crabs' sideways dance
tickling toes such  naughty advance
as the gentle ladies avoided the chance
of getting scratched by sharp pinchers

the colourful fishes gather happily
recite they did such joyful poetry
as they sang and read so joyfully
they lost their breath, so airily

oh on this magical shore
crabs and fishes all aglow
they frolicked around, laughter galore
I wished I didn't have to go

But go I did and woke up too
to a dull day with nothing to do
I couldn't go back to sleep
even though I counted sheep.

poet Anonymous

This poem was written by the Blue-Sand Girl's friend:

John, Paul, George and ajay

They had no-one to play the drums no beat,
just three guitars, a hollow, empty sound.
I said to them, 'You'll not get off the ground!
No way at all can three guitars compete,
you need some drums, some rhythm to complete
your group, and then indeed you'll be the best,
by many miles ahead of all the rest.'

Then John said, 'ajay, would you play the skins?
Audition now with us. We'll take who wins.'

Alas, I flopped but Ringo passed the test!


🥁🎤🎸🎸

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Writing the Blues


writing the blues is quite easy
where the sand and sea
are all blue without a green
unless you sit under a tree

writing songs of many colours
blue being the most written
although I prefer reds in hues
maybe some yellow ribbons

she strummed a guitar
and sang out her poetry
I prefer the sounds of a sitar
it makes me feel so pretty

but I am not a sweety, you see
I like riding a Harley
and go bungee jumping
but don't like sky-diving

so on that blue sand beach
she strummed me her unique song
of singing clams and jumping jacks
and camping nights' singalong.

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